"So, Yuno."
Sen Getsusa covered her face.
In the full-length mirror, she stood sideways, her curves prominent, her body as stiff as a corpse.
—This black slip nightgown wasn't one she had bought herself.
A deep V-neck that almost reached her navel, a black lace hemline even shorter than the shirt she had just been wearing, and importantly... on the back of the nightgown was a small white fluffy ball like a rabbit's tail.
"Miss Yuno Gasai."
Sen Getsusa turned around to find Yuno Gasai looking at her with an innocent face.
"May I ask, why am I wearing this kind of clothing?"
Yuno Gasai twirled the ends of her pink hair, leaning against the wall, admiring Sen Getsusa's outfit with a smile.
The girl's upper body tapered at the waist; below that slender waist which could be encircled by two hands was the pert, round decorative bunny tail.
Ivory-white right-angled shoulders, clear and slender collarbones, and black curly hair scattered over her front and shoulders.
The slight droop at the corners of Sen Getsusa's eyes made her look a bit pitiful.
Her lovely eyelashes blinked, and with the downward slant of her eyes, a charming beauty mark made her face even more provocative.
Pure yet seductive.
Yuno Gasai secretly licked the corner of her mouth.
Sen Getsusa didn't quite understand the point of this clothing design; of course, in a broad sense, only the admirer would understand.
"Because... Tsukisa's shirt got wet."
Yuno Gasai pretended to be innocent, widening her eyes and blinking, then pursed her lips and said worriedly:
"It got wet when you were helping Sawamura-san blow-dry her hair, didn't it?"
"If you don't change quickly, Tsukisa will catch a cold."
That's true... but does this piece really have more fabric than the shirt... Sen Getsusa moved her waist, and in the mirror, the round little bunny tail wiggled along... The girl's soft silhouette suddenly had a sense of a mature woman, like a lazy snake just waking from hibernation, following a faint scent to find its prey... It was still very strange.
"Aren't there any other clothes?"
Yuno Gasai shook her head firmly.
"Is this Yuno's clothing?" Sen Getsusa gave up and simply wiggled her way out.
"I've never seen Yuno wear it before."
Yuno Gasai gave an obscure hum of agreement.
"It fits so well..." Sen Getsusa muttered, reaching out to slightly adjust the straps; a girl who rarely wore such clothes always had a bit of an awkward, strange feeling.
Eh... why does it fit so perfectly?
Sen Getsusa suddenly thought of the person outside the room—
If Eriri wore it, would it be a very conservative dress... Chuckling to herself, Sen Getsusa pushed the thought of 'why it fits so well' to the back of her mind.
Behind her, Yuno Gasai stared obsessively at Sen Getsusa's graceful back, her gaze wandering with the girl's unconsciously swaying figure... —Why does it fit so perfectly?
—Because, it was bought specifically for you.
—'Sister'.
In the living room, Eriri was curled up on the sofa with a heavy Heart, anxiously spinning her phone.
"Tsukisa, you—"
Whoa.
What did I just see... Eriri rubbed her eyes hard.
This is... Sen Getsusa, who had never worn such revealing clothes before, stood stiffly at the door like a robot, raising her arm and waving twice at Eriri.
"Hi, this is a fake me."
Pfft.
Behind her, Yuno Gasai walked out with a grin, pushing Sen Getsusa step by step toward Eriri. She leaned her body in, poked her head out, and looked at her meaningfully.
"Does she look good? Sawamura-san."
Eriri, who was worrying about her own affairs, didn't catch the subtext in Yuno Gasai's words. She nodded, her gaze scanning over Sen Getsusa's deep V-neck and thighs.
"She looks good. Why did Tsukisa think of buying this kind of nightgown..."
"It's a bit too mature."
Yuno Gasai walked out with her arm around Sen Getsusa and replied casually, "It's mine."
Eriri frowned almost imperceptibly.
"Tsukisa—"
"Hmm?"
Sen Getsusa squirmed a few times on the sofa; that round rabbit tail was a bit annoying.
Yuno Gasai looked over along with Sen Getsusa. Being stared at by the two of them made Eriri a bit embarrassed, and she subconsciously gripped her phone tighter... "Um, the phone..."
"The phone? What about it?"
Sen Getsusa looked at the other's phone, confused, while Yuno Gasai quietly curled her lips into a smile.
"Before I took a shower, was it... was it turned off?"
Sen Getsusa nodded, not quite understanding. "I think... it was?"
"I didn't pay much attention. Yuno, did you see it?"
Yuno Gasai was also confused. She thought for a moment, and it seemed... "I didn't see Sawamura-san's phone." Yuno poked her head out with concern. "Did you miss an important call?"
"No, it's nothing."
Did I remember wrong?
Eriri stood up, clutching her phone. "I'm going to rest now!"
Pitter-patter.
Sen Getsusa turned her body, shifting the rabbit tail to a different angle. "Eriri... what call did she miss?"
Yuno Gasai made a puzzled expression. "I didn't see Sawamura-san's phone just now."
The two chatted for a few more words, but Sen Getsusa really couldn't sit still anymore.
"Let's rest. These clothes... are too uncomfortable."
Yuno Gasai smirked.
Indeed, these kinds of clothes weren't meant to be worn normally.
"It's okay to sleep with Yuno today, right?"
There were many rooms, but they were a bit far. Yuno Gasai didn't seem to want Sen Getsusa to go through the trouble of tidying up a guest room, so after dinner, she quickly moved Sen Getsusa's quilt to her own room.
"It's okay, you're'Sister' after all..."
Yuno Gasai excitedly followed the rabbit tail as it wiggled into the room.
Thump.
A flash of blonde hair threw itself into the thick, soft quilt. In the darkness, the warm-toned screen illuminated Eriri's face.
Unlocking her phone and reopening the webpage, a new reply had been refreshed under the question she had posted.
"Eh? Doesn't this person usually hang around in fields like criminal investigation and psychology?"
Her long fingertip tapped the screen—among the many people on the website, this person's level was among the highest tier.
—This meant that what they said had a very high level of recognition. One could even say they were definitely someone who had achieved something in reality.
Hmm... before, everyone guessed that someone so familiar with criminal investigation and psychology was either a policeman or a psychology teacher at some university.
To actually come and answer my question personally, hehe, it's quite an honor. Is it because of my name?
Her sapphire-like eyes moved, and the top left corner displayed the phone owner's username: Eri Kashiwagi.
Aha! Let me see what they said.
Huh?
When did this person change their name?
[Lady Spider: The question the poster asked is very simple. You said: 'I'm not sure if I like Mori (Sen), and as a girl myself, can I really like her, who is also a girl?']
[That's a bit foolish.]
Eriri gripped her phone tightly.
[To be honest, I am not homophobic, nor do I mind such children appearing around me. But the poster has clearly mistaken one point: your problem isn't 'can I like her', but rather, is your liking... truly love?]
Her finger swiped up.
[You said you have some special feelings for Mori (Sen). Good. Then, what kind of special feeling is it? Does she have this special feeling for the poster?]
[The poster mentioned another girl; she seems to be even closer to her than you?]
[I can conclude that the so-called'special feeling' the poster has is not reciprocated by Miss Mori. This is absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely just a very ordinary friendship between girls.]
[Otherwise, that Child who is closer to this girl wouldn't fail to notice it.]
Eriri closed her eyes and thought back. That's right, Sen Getsusa seemed to be crazy toward everyone...?
She continued to scroll up.
[I advise the poster to handle this issue carefully. One slip-up and you will lose this important friend.
Also, ask yourself, is it really love?
Sometimes, when friends who have known each other for a long time but aren't very familiar suddenly become close, the 'liking' feeling the poster mentioned indeed appears. But that isn't real; it's just an illusion of psychological self-paralysis and deception.
It's an illusion.
It's an illusion, poster. You must treat this illusion with caution.
Moreover, even if this tendency of yours is confirmed, what about the other person?]
Sliding to this point, it was the end.
[The other person also holds the same feeling of liking to love the poster, and then the two of them happily love and live together for a lifetime?
Don't be ridiculous! The probability of that is almost zero. And I said it already, right?
The other person absolutely does not have this feeling for the poster.
Absolutely, absolutely not.
In that case, the poster only has one path left to take—please, slowly let go of and pack away this feeling. Treat it as a treasure and hide it in the depths of your Heart forever.
Besides, we have to admit that in this country, such people are not yet well-accepted for the time being. I also sincerely hope that the poster's so-called liking is just a sincere friendship between friends.
In this way, it's good news for you, the poster, as well as for that girl.
Don't create trouble for yourself... and please don't create trouble for the person you 'like' and value.
Do you understand?
Go and solve your psychological issues, Miss Eri Kashiwagi.]
The screen lit up and dimmed, repeatedly flickering.
A minute ago, she had left a message under her question: [Thank you, Lady Spider, and everyone for your warm replies. I have already found the answer.]
Then, the girl put down her phone and began to daze. Her profile was buried in the pillow, her eyes looking through the screen without focus, her finger unconsciously refreshing her question over and over.
Not long after, that rectangular button was finally pressed by the young girl.
Since she had the answer... she deleted the question... [Senpai: Classes are restarting soon.]
[Senpai: Tsukisa will come, right?]
Under the quilt, the seductive nightgown was pulled up to the waist by Sen Getsusa. Since she was covered by the quilt anyway, she didn't want to suffer from the tail anymore.
Yuno Gasai was applying a face mask with her eyes closed. Sen Getsusa was shopping while replying to her Senpai's message.
[Tsukihime: I don't have plans to drop out yet.]
[Senpai: Ara, I always feel like people like you don't need to go to school.]
[Tsukihime: It's so late, is Senpai not resting yet?]
[Senpai: I just finished a call with Kasumiko. She's very grateful to you.]
[Senpai: I'm on my way home.]
[Tsukihime: Love Metronome?]
[Senpai: Yeah, I heard her editor is very satisfied.]
Sen Getsusa was also quite happy.
[Tsukihime: Wah! I've witnessed the rise of a famous author with my own eyes!]
[Senpai: You must be joking. If she can have one-tenth of your sales, she'll already be very successful.]
[Tsukihime: Watch out for your safety on the road, Senpai. It's too late.]
Suddenly, her ear felt itchy.
Sen Getsusa brushed back her hair, and a tiny voice came into her ear canal.
Arrietty, wearing a white loose nightgown, squeezed her little face out from the lush black hair.
"Your Majesty, Kina just came back from outside."
"She told me some important news."
Sen Getsusa nodded, indicating she was listening.
"Her subordinates caught the scent of 'that person'."
Arrietty's voice was cheerful. The task Her Majesty gave them might finally be completed.
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